One day you realized that their obsession with your clutter wasn't your problem.

It was their own garbage that they should be worried about.

The stuff that they have buried in the backwoods of their own minds should be their concern.              

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And once upon a time you may have believed that they really were so sweet and innocent.

It wasn't your responsibility to put the pieces of their lives back together.

The wreck that they have made of things was never your fault.

The mistakes of their past was never yours to own.

The beauty of this truth will always and evermore be fleeting.                                                             

And a hundred years from now none of this will make any difference.

It's a sin to say it and a sad truth to admit when you realize it really is all just trash.